I think I will always be a video game geek, and it's warped my brain forever.
When I think of Earth, and I think of how we run it, I sort of feel like we're playing Civilization IV. While we've seemingly settled into a sort of diplomatic victory mode (by far, the best kind for real-world applications...) I've noticed that we've made not nearly enough progress turning our cities around and pushing them toward cleaner and alternative energy sources, and if we think about the great projects, our last major achievement was the internet. As great as that is, we could be doing something with our advanced and prosperous civilization besides the obvious Hit Singles for Oil trade. We make music and tv, and the world gives us other resources. Is that it? Can't we do something else with our supposedly greatest civilization in all of human history, and if you believe we're the only intelligent life in this universe, the most powerful civilization in the whole of the universe? If we're number one, why can't we do more than shoot robots at space objects?
Come on,
space victory is the way to go from here. I want my grandchildren to be able to tell me about how cool it is to work on a
colony ship. Even if they're just building one.
I'm going to be dead far before anything truly interesting happens, but I still vainly wish for
some part of me to spread through the COSMOS, you guys. And I'd like to see some part of the rest of you join me up there.
The NASA space program is not why we're broke. Not even token respect for the simplest budgeting practices is why. What NASA and similar projects have given us is a far greater understanding of the universe, and the possibility for formulating a defense against life-obliterating asteroid collisions with Earth. Now there is even the possibility of altering such a fate. How about the useful technology we got from all the research?
Asteroid mining, for some people, means finding gold and stuff that is precious in the asteroids and bringing it down to Earth.
I think that's a line to sell to the gullible masses. Finding a thousand tons of gold in space isn't going to make it any more valuable here on earth, it will make it less scarce and less valuable. The point of mining in asteroids is likely to get things that will be useful IN SPACE, like water. And oxygen.
Water will be about a billion times more valuable than gold in space, because it sustains life and can be turned into fuel. Gold is not even close to as useful. It will be one of the more forgettable, somewhat useful things we get up there. We don't value water because it falls out of the sky here on Earth. But it's stupid to make rockets to shoot our water into space. It's much smarter to look for ice out there. How about building materials for space stations, vehicles, cargo containers, infrastructure.... we going to shoot it up into space at the cost of how much per rocket, which can only carry so much weight, or taking it from asteroids where we don't have to worry so much about escape velocity.
You will never get anywhere in space until you develop a spaceborne infrastructure and a spaceborne economy. You cannot build a civilization without an economy, and when you're in space, you need to self-sustain. Everything's a hundred times more expensive getting it from Earth. Earth's resources will also be needed on Earth by the people who live there.
Asteroid mining is how you make everything else possible in the first place. Asteroid mining makes it realistic to build a colony ship, because you have a hope of making it go somewhere. You cannot build a colony from space shuttles. They take a few people and some materials. You need to have something hundreds of times bigger, and you're not going to take off from Florida in that thing if you've got any sense. You build it in space, from materials you found in space. Which means you need miners, processing centers, construction centers, living quarters....
Let me tell you guys something. It's all pie in the sky science fiction stuff. But so was human flight, and although there was never a pressing need for people to be able to fly, once it was possible, all of a sudden everyone wanted to be able to fly. Now our economy would die without it.
There's presently no demand and no need for building an economy in space. But once we do it, there will suddenly be a very big demand for building an economy in space. This is one of those things were supply creates demand. Nobody needed a computer before there were computers. Now, if you don't have a hundred different
kinds of computers in your life, you're WEIRD. They're in every single bleepin' thing.
You know how the government, in a down economy, might create projects where people dig ditches just so they've got a job? Busy work?
How about instead of digging holes and filling them up, you invest in paying very, very well-educated people to create the ability to be spacefaring, as a society. Because once you do, humanity will never be the same.
The up-front cost is intimidating, but you know, we spend a lot on coming up with ways of obliterating people we don't like from miles and miles away. We spend billions of dollars on making absolutely sure that we can make fart noises come out of our cell phones, and that it is now possible to tell the entire world precisely what mood we're in and what we're doing at all times and the color of our bowel movements, because someone out there might be bored enough to read that really important information.
Asteroid mining: Really really rich people might spend lots of their own money, to probably end up
losing money on the deal. Why? Because as much as they think they matter here on Earth, they don't matter. Imagine having their name in the history books during the pivotal moments on making humanity truly spacefaring. But the again, I am not sure I want the history books written by Donald Trump, nor do I want the future of humanity riding on how generous the Coca-Cola corporation feels like being. Can't we do better and fund it ourselves, like the NASA program? We're spending a lot of money doing far stupider things, let me tell you.
I think we could spend some money on stuff that might matter more than two days from now, or at all. And given what a tiny pittance it is compared with some of the rest of the silly things we spend our money on, and the exceedingly well-paying and well-educated jobs it creates, I have to wonder what politicians are smoking to abandon space.
We spent
how much money so that we could plant a flag on a rock before the Russians?
Is that all that was?
Because if so, that's going to make our other government expenditures seem reasonable. Ten thousand dollars on a hammer, twenty thousand dollars on a toilet seat. Trillions spent developing weapons, ordering weapons to be built, then realizing we're broke and stupid and ordered too many, sold the weapons, then had to start wars to clean up the mess we made arming people who intended to use those weapons in a way that we would have to use our weapons to solve. Also, lives.
If all we ever achieve is that
flag up there, that will be a mind-numbing embarrassment, to let the
flag be our legacy. Our until-the-sun-explodes monument to how dumb we are. So dumb that we're smart enough to have possibly been the species on this planet that actually escaped its own extinction, but too stupid to have done anything about it once we made ourselves capable of doing so. What happened? Jersey Shore was on?
That

was too important so we couldn't be bothered I guess.
There had better be an
attempt at some kind of orbital processing facility before we kill ourselves in a giant nuclear cluster-something, so that passing aliens might laugh, but say hey, at least some of them tried to do something positive before idiocy killed em all. If we can't even end up mining a danged asteroid before we succumb to medieval fanatics armed with modern weapons, I don't want my name associated with this civilization. I will hold up a sign that says "Originally from Nebular IV. Ran out of dilithium, crash landed on under-developed planet with no hope of escape. Natives seem obsessed with nacho flavoring, fake tans, and making each other die. It's obvious I am doomed. Farewell, universe."
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